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Sunday, December 29, 2013

Sunday Snog ~ Until the Night

Snoggin' time is great. I'm a little behind in getting mine up, but here it is. I love this story and was glad I got to write Gypsy's story. Enjoy!

Until the Night

Contemporary, Paranormal

Novella

M/F, M/F/M, M/M/F/M,
M/M, Menage, Anal Sex

Totally Bound

Having a mate can be a
pain. Having three…now that's unheard of…

Gypsy volunteered to become a vampire, but she had no idea just what she'd
agreed to do. As a human, she'd had her pick of willing males to warm her bed.
As a creature of the night, she's striking out.

Until she meets Kendall. He knows what she is and doesn't care. He's loved her
since he met her, but he had no idea just how complicated her life truly was.
Her protectors refuse to leave her side. But what if he wants them on his side,
too?

Allan and Todd are mates, plain and simple. Gypsy is in their charge. Period.
Until they start to see her not as a problem, but a sexy solution complete with
an adorable human thrown in for fun.

Can they come together as a foursome or will they destroy everything they've
built in the name of passion?

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of mm sex, anal play, ménages of
the mmf, mfm, and mmfm persuasions, as well as lots of biting and spanking.
They're having one hell of a party.

Kendall cupped her jaw
in both hands. Hunger shone amongst the green and blue flecks in his eyes. He
worked the muscle in his jaw and the light caught the subtle colour changes of
brown and gold in the scruff on his cheeks. She gulped to catch the breath she
didn’t need. No heartbeat anymore meant that oxygen didn’t help her body like
it had when she’d been alive.

God, she wanted to be
amongst the living and for things to be normal again.

“Would you rather I be
blunt?” He kissed the tip of her nose. “I want you. I don’t care if you’re a
vampire or if you have those two guys who hang out over here. You infiltrate my
thoughts and make me think about you when you’re not in the same room.”

“Me?” Embarrassment
gripped her. Back when she’d been alive, she wouldn’t have doubted a man’s
attraction to her. She’d have known it and have run with the feeling of being
desired. Since dying, she’d lost her confidence. Men looked at her, sure, but
not in the same way.

“Yes, you.” His pupils
dilated and Kendall rested his forehead on hers. “I don’t see a vampire. I see
a sexy woman that I want to make my own.”

Gypsy closed her eyes
and melted into his touch as his mouth met hers. He swept his tongue over the
seam of her lips and she opened to him. She suckled on him. Heat burned through
her veins and she ground her hips against his thigh.

He curled one arm around
her shoulders while the other arm snaked around her waist. Kendall lifted her
from the floor. She wrapped her legs around his waist, not bothering to break
the kiss.

Mint, he tasted like
mint. She broke the connection to keep from scratching him with her teeth.
Hunger pangs racked her body. Just one tiny cut, just enough to sate her
appetite…

Kendall carried her into
her bedroom and collapsed onto the bed with her on top. Gypsy closed her mouth
to keep from displaying her fangs. She whimpered.

“You need to bite me,
don’t you?”

She shook her head.
Taking his blood would enhance sex, yes, but she didn’t need to. She raked her
nails down his chest, taking extra time to flick his nipples.

“Feels good.” He arched
beneath her. “Touch me.”

Gypsy grabbed the hem of
his T-shirt and pulled. Instead of moving the shirt up his chest, she tore it
in half. The sound of tearing fabric split the air, followed by his laughter.

“Never had that happen
during foreplay.” Kendall sat up with her still on his lap, and removed the
torn clothing. “Your turn.” He eased her sloppy shirt up over her head.

Gypsy covered her
breasts with her arms. A wave of humility swept over her. Would she make him
happy? What a time to second guess herself…

“Show me, babe.” Kendall
tugged her hands away, putting her on display. He palmed her breasts. The
warmth of his touch filled her soul.

She moaned and leaned
into him. Things made so much sense and none at all. Gypsy shook off the
apprehension. She needed to feel, to be wanted and to hear a heartbeat.

Her nerve endings
sizzled as he flattened his tongue over her nipple. He scraped his teeth over
the engorged flesh and bit. Sparks shot from her breast to her pussy. Gypsy dug
her nails into his shoulders. Holy hell, he knew how to use his tongue. Kendall
gave her other nipple the same treatment. She shuddered in his arms.

The sweet scent of
flowers swirled around them. Her fangs dropped and a voice whispered in her
ear.